She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. ’ He added, as alarm spread over the lad’s face, ‘Don’t concern yourself. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it.
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